Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 11 — page 59: what you’re looking at

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a HE HAS ALWAYS BEEN MY TYRANT. 57 “You go in a kitchen,” murmured the woman, smiling and glancing from head to foot as she spoke. ' “ Yes, let me discolor myself—stain my face—cut off my hair —any thing for safety. My uncle is a powerfal man and a rich man. Don Carlos, oh! he is terrible, and he is ceter- mined to marry me;” she shut her eyes shuddering. “But had you nobody to go to? No friends who would not See you wronged ?” queried the landlady. “ None, none,”—was the reply. “I am an orphan—my father had but one brother—my mother neither brother nor sister. I am utterly alone. Don Carlos has always been my tyrant. When I was a little child he cut off all my hair be- Cause I resisted his petty rule. He has always been so—I dread his love and his hate. Both are combined in his regard _ toward me. Out of revenge he will hunt me, and what other motive he can haye now I know not—but it must be a pow- erful one to bind him with my uncle in so close a compact.” : The ‘good, honest Mrs. Brown did not quite comprehend the distracted language and manner of her new acquisition, but her motherly heart felt that she was in deep trouble. In all her affliction, her first thought had been—her first call, for a munister—so she said now— “Shan’t I call in Parson Edmunds? He knows what to Say to people that are in affliction, and he prays that fervent that you hold your breath—I do, for it seems as if he was al- Most in heaven, and right near to God himself It might re- lieve your mind Wonderful to hear him.” With her present instinctive dread of new faces, Minerva Shrank from seeing a stranger. “No, if you please, Mrs. Brown, let me be alone. And Pray admit no one but Bandola. If I had dreamed that man Ws in America, I should have put myself more on my guard —I should haye confided in you. How did you know he Wished to see me? Did he not ask for another name ?” “Yes, but he described you—he said he knew it was you. I was impressed that perhaps it was some one related to you.” * You could not have been expected to do differently under circumstances,” said Minerva. “I must try in some way sparreld him. When Bandola comes again we will confer to- comicbhooks.com —